Friends, I need a little grace right now.
I may look at your message, only to be interrupted before I am able to reply.
I may not be able to answer your call, because C is acting out.
I may forget something that you asked me to do, because my mind is racing with therapy ideas and tasks.
I may get frazzled at the thought of new plans, because I don’t have an idle moment in my day.
I may seem upset or distracted, because I haven’t slept through the night in months.
I may look run down and, well, I am.
My son has sensory processing disorder and as time progresses, I think he may also be on the autism spectrum. We will not know until he is evaluated by a specialty clinic in March. What we do know is that he does not sleep well, feeding is a constant struggle, he does not know his physical boundaries, he is aggressive and defiant, he fixates on things, and he needs constant attention. In addition to his needs, I have a younger child who I am desperately trying to protect and provide enough attention. I am running on empty. I often don’t know if I have the strength for another day, another week, another month.
I would apologize, but for what? This is my child. This is my life. These are his needs. This is why I stay home with him.
I need a little grace.